Actually, I think it’s possible that kinkiness may have a genetic factor. I came out as kinky to my mom a few years ago because she’d dropped hints that she already knew and I knew that she had a negative view of kink because of her history of sexual abuse. I wanted to reassure her that I have never been abused and I didn’t want her to worry that I about me. After a long talk and a lot of questions, she not only felt better, she told me that she’s had D/s fantasies since she was young, too! :eek: In her case, she’s not comfortable acting on them and just pushes them away. That’s totally understandable; if I’d ever been actually abused or raped, I’m sure I would deal differently with my sexuality. Still, it makes me sad for my mom. 
True story - my grandfather sort of lost it in his later years and announced over Easter dinner that the reason he married my Grandmother is that he took her to a motel on their SECOND date and couldn’t get it up - and took this as a sign from God that he was meant to marry this woman. (My grandmother pretended not to hear this conversation).
I don’t think either of them was dressed as Batman - or at least he never lost it to the point of admitting it. However, they weren’t married until post WWII, so the Batman timeline fits.
I guess this is one advantage of an extremely prudish mother. We have never discussed anything remotely sexually, and while while I’m not kinky, per se, there’s just no way that even if I were, would I ever be able to have that discussion with my mother.
I wouldn’t say my mother was extremely prudish, but I couldn’t have had that conversation with her either. Or anyone else in my family, for that matter. If I had, it definitely would not have ended up like the conversation a girl I knew in high school had with her mother in which the girl admitted she had been having sex with her boyfriend. Her mother got a popsicle from the freezer and taught her the correct technique for giving blowjobs. :eek:
When my sister was in college, she admitted to my mother that she was no longer a virgin. My mother cried for a week. I’m not exaggerating, she moped around and wept on and off for the rest of that week. Talking to my mom about sex would be like asking a priest about snorting coke off a hooker’s ass.
“…My son, how long has it been since your last confession?”
You mean like asking the expert?
…well…after all…if it was the baby eating Bishop of Bath and Wells you were asking…
Waitaminnit - he married her because he couldn’t get it up?
They must have had an interesting relationship, with or without Batman. And some rather unconventional views of the will of God. Or something.
My grandmother divorced my grandfather before I was born. While I was growing up, she had a boyfriend she hung out with. Nice old guy. I used to wonder why they never got married.
I found out at his funeral. My grandmother attended. So did his wife.
Regards,
Shodan
Somehow, I know this wouldn’t have made me laugh without the deadpan ‘regards’ sign off.
My grandfather was a rather promiscuous young man, according to what we’ve understood from comments. Since he’d had success with other young women, he figured this was a sign.
Reminds me of that I, Claudius story about Augustus never being able to get it up for Livia because of his guilt over the whole divorce thing.
Ok, but why did she think it was a good idea?
I’ve had a couple of bf’s, way back in the dark ages, that didn’t perform. Not only was marriage out of the question, the relationship was pretty much done right then and there.
Yes, I am sure I am shallow and mean for not sticking with the guys and their penis problems, but we all have priorities in relationships.
Don’t feel too bad about that. I once dumped a woman because she wasn’t into anal. Maybe, just maybe, our shallowness cancels out and restores balance to the dating world.
I think the reason would be, in his grandfather’s mind, there’s only one reason he wouldn’t be able to perform: God struck down his penis.
In other words, the reason grandpa couldn’t get it up is because God wanted him to marry the girl before intercourse. If grandma hadn’t been destined for him, then she woulda got nailed right then and there :eek:
1940s, single mom, no high school degree, worked in the slaughterhouse in South Saint Paul. Lived in a one room walk up with her parents and two sisters. I’m not thinking she had a world of choices. My grandfather was also apparently quite the looker and from a very good family.
Don’t worry. I’d dump you in a heartbeat if you were fat.
I’m not, but that’s neither here nor there for your argument.
You can tell immediately if someone is fat or not. Therefore you wouldn’t even be dating them. I don’t think it is shallow at all to have certain criteria that you look for in an SO. With sex, it’s not so obvious- and at least with me, it isn’t tied onto first impressions, I’ve never be that easy.
If you are trying to make the point that it would be wrong or unfair to dump a SO after a long term relationship because they gained weight or started to have problems in the bedroom, you would have a point.
As it is, I am not sure what you are trying to say, other than a knee jerk reaction.
It may have been one of those “jokes” I’ve heard about. At least, that’s how I took it.
Perhaps you should consider that a good many men may have occasional erectile dysfunction, and before you dump them: [list=a]consider that you may be part of the cause[li]consider that dumping them could make you part of the problem[*]nope, not going there[/list][/li]
Yep, it’s shallow to dump someone over something that could have been fixed with a little patience, maybe, especially when you’ve probably just made matters worse with your crass inconsiderateness. Performance anxiety is self-perpetuating: if the poor sod is left thinking, next time, “Fuck, I’d better be able to get it up or this one will be dumping me too!”, what do you think the likely outcome is?
Mind you, I think the guy’s well rid of you, but I’m just sayin’. 
Keeping a straight face wasn’t always easy around Grandma, especially in her dotage. I found out waaaaay more than I wanted to about the family.
It was never difficult to keep the conversations going when I visited her in the nursing home, but there was a trade off of serious TMI.
Regards,
Shodan